Trigger Warning
somewhere in this dark night crickets are chirping summer’s dirge
not knowing they won’t be here come spring
but this is not a truism accruing solely to crickets
or any other living thing
the fox sliding stealthily through the marsh might be careless
and meet death under the wheels of a fast car
even as a croaking frog might be a meal for that fox
before he meets that car
only those irrefutably told know they’ll soon be gone
who among the rest of us knows we’ll be here come spring?
death’s an equal opportunity thief striking at his pleasure
as we all draw closer to the finish line with each breath
but the iron is always hot
so now is the moment to
eat the cake
sing the song
write the words
kiss the child
plant the tree
pluck the rose
wear the dress
take the trip
show the ones you love how much you do
and every other thing you’ve been holding off until just the right time
before the chance to do another thing is gone